01/21/06

The sweet taste of your sweat lingers on my tongue, the scent of your skin taunts me. Your body heat faded long ago, and yet I feel like you were just here, inside of me. My body is still tense from our passionate coupling. And yet the bed is cold. The pillow, unburdened. Your phantom presence haunts me, flashbacks tease me. And I yearn for your presence already. Come back to me. Often.